Chapter 483 - 237: The Beginning of the Beast Tide, Might of the Ancient Technique, Complete Victory
After a while.
Suddenly, the Tier One Red-tailed Wolves that had entered the mountain started to emit strange signals, and only then did the Tier Two Red-tailed Wolves sprint elegantly towards the mountain gate.
One.
Five.
Seven.
.....
Soon, twenty-four Tier Two Red-tailed Wolves had entered the Spirit Lock Demon Trapping Array, yet two remained motionless, standing where they were.
These two had the highest cultivation, a male and a female at Tier Two Peak.
Yu Qingru looked at Fu Changsheng:
"Changsheng, should we activate the Spirit Lock Demon Trapping Array?"
"Activate the array!"
No need to wait any longer.
These two Tier Two Red-tailed Wolves were clearly not going to enter the mountain gate:
"Qingru, you guard the center, I will deal with these two Tier Two Red-tailed Wolves."
As he spoke,
Fu Changsheng’s figure flickered.
His form disappeared instantly.
At the same time,
at the foot of the mountain,
with a buzzing sound,
twelve dazzling beams of light shot into the sky, converging in mid-air to form a light shield that descended, trapping all twenty-four Tier Two Red-tailed Wolves that had just stepped into the foot of the mountain.
Swish, swish, swish.
Spiritual Power Chains, like Spiritual Snakes, wound around each Red-tailed Wolf.
"Howl~"
The Red-tailed Wolves, startled, wanted to avoid them.
But,
as they tried to summon their Demon Power, they found they couldn’t use any of it, helplessly watching as the Spiritual Power Chains swiftly pierced through their chests.
Almost in an instant,
the twenty-four Tier Two Red-tailed Wolves lost their breath.
"Howl~"
As soon as this group of Red-tailed Wolves died,
the two outside the array immediately let out a commanding howl, and the Low-Tier Red-tailed Wolves that had already entered the mountain gate instantly swarmed out as if trying to retreat.
But,
it was too late.
Rumble!
The mountain gate’s Primordial Spirit Array was at full speed, quickly teleporting the Low-Tier Red-tailed Wolves to different locations, trapping them inside.
"Howl~"
The two Red-tailed Wolves saw the unfavorable situation and without hesitation, transformed into a rainbow light and hastily dashed into the distance.
However,
an unexpected change suddenly occurred.
They were instantly engulfed by an Extreme Cold Demon Chant right above their heads, their fleeing motion pausing in an instant.
From underground,
a patch of scarlet quickly spread.
However,
the Red-tailed Wolves reacted swiftly, dodging the Cyan Python’s attack from below with a slight flicker.
Meanwhile, blood energy surged around them.
The next moment,
identical Red-tailed Wolves appeared in quick succession, reaching a total of ten in no time at all.
Fu Changsheng swept them with his Divine Sense.
He realized he couldn’t tell which of the ten Red-tailed Wolves was real and which was fake:
"These Red-tailed Wolves are truly cunning!"
At this moment,
the ten Red-tailed Wolves, showing no intent to fight, dashed off in different directions like rays of light.
"Dream on if you think you can escape!"
Fu Changsheng scoffed coldly.
Red-tailed Wolves bear grudges the most, and killing so many of their offspring today, if they escaped, it would be an endless trouble.
"Roar!"
Rolling sound waves reverberated.
Autumn Cicada once again unleashed the Extreme Cold Demon Chant, blowing the Moonlark Autumnwhite Flute, with notes falling swiftly around, forming a protective light shield.
Boom, boom, boom!
The Red-tailed Wolves collided into it, bouncing back immediately.
"Howl~"
Seeing no escape, the Red-tailed Wolves’ eyes flared with ferocity, flying past the Autumn Cicada and Cyan Python, their gaze fixed on Fu Changsheng.
The Red-tailed Wolves slightly arched their bodies, a low growl rumbling from deep within their throats. As they growled, their abdomens began to flicker with red light, like ignited coals becoming increasingly bright. Their breathing quickened, each exhale carrying wisps of heat.
"What kind of Demon Technique is this?"
Though not fully activated yet,
Fu Changsheng could sense the terrifying power within.
Earlier, the fourth sister hadn’t mentioned it. Could these Red-tailed Wolves be a mutated breed:
"They must not be allowed to finish their casting!"
Demon Beasts fear the power of Divine Thunder above all."
Without hesitation, Fu Changsheng immediately activated the "Ancient Source Thunder Scripture".
His hands moved like phantoms, mysterious runes flickering into existence at his fingertips, merging into the surrounding air.
As the spell was cast, a faint blue aura began to rise around Fu Changsheng, with faint lightning flashes within. His robes stirred by an invisible force, fluttering noisily.
Fu Changsheng shouted loudly:
"Exorcism Divine Thunder, strike!"
He suddenly lifted his head, his eyes seemingly shooting forth lightning.
Instantly, the sky became overcast with dark clouds, the once sunny sky shrouded in darkness. Within the clouds, flashes of lightning and the low rumbling of thunder could be heard.
After breaking through to the Ninth-Layer Foundation Establishment,
his use of the "Ancient Source Thunder Scripture" was more than ten times stronger than before.
"What is this...."
From the central position,
Yu Qingru, who was controlling the Array Power to slay Low-Tier Red-tailed Wolves, paused in her actions.
Watching the three Exorcism Divine Thunders descend from the horizon,
a look of awe and astonishment flashed in her eyes.
She initially thought that upon breaking through to Foundation Establishment, ascending to the Ninth-Grade Family Head, she would be closer to Fu Changsheng, but she found that she seemed to forever be unable to keep up with his pace.
The power of this Divine Thunder,
was perhaps not inferior to the Spirit Techniques cast by a Great Cultivator of the Purple Mansion.
Rumble!
The three brilliant Exorcism Divine Thunders streaked down from the dark clouds, resembling dragons made of solidified power, emitting dazzling blue-white light, tearing through the air with a sharp whistle.
"Howl~"
The Red-tailed Wolves in the midst of casting sensed the fatal danger, collectively throwing their heads back in a long howl that resounded through the sky.
At the same time, they opened their mouths wide, spewing forth scorching flames. The flames, starting as small embers, rapidly expanded into massive fire columns rushing skyward.
